On Wednesday, Blanca, our custodian, and Carol, our church administrator, and I were tooling around the church. It was like the aftermath of a holiday party around here, with random cups on windowsills, glow sticks faded to pastel cast into nooks. For Christmas Eve services we had brought down every single chair in the church, including the velvet thrones from the sanctuary, so that everyone would be sure to have a place to sit, and still we were standing room only.